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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.