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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Scientists,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.