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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.