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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.