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 China and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.