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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.