Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.