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 Gambia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.