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 Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.