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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.