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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.