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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Human League,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Section 25,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.