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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.