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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.