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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.