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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.