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 Mauritius and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.