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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.