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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Salvador and Bremen.
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 spring reverb 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.