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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.