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 Vietnam 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Derrick May,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.