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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande to the jazz 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.