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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 sitar 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 Ponytail to the disco 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.