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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 The Offenders to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.