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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 oboe 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Wings,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.