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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.