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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.