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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.