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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
10cc,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.