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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
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 mellotron 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
The Index,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.