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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Visage to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.