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 Indonesia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.