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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.