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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.