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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The American Breed to the punk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Magma,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.