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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.