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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Josef K to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.