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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 rhodes 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Make Up,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.