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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Procol Harum to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.