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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.