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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.