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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
CMW,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.