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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.