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 Somalia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.