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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.