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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Anakelly to the techno 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.