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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 AZ to the grime 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
The Victims,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.