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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Index,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.