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 South Africa 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.