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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Swans,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.