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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.