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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Arab on Radar to the punk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.