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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed 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 crunk 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.