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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.