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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.