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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 The Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.