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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Visage,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.