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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.