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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
The Names,
The Fall,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.