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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Althea and Donna to the rap 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Can,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.