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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.