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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.