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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smoke to the techno 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.