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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.