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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Moleskins to the rock 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
10cc,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.