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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.