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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the funk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.