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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.