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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Fear to the disco 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Can,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.