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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Grauzone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Japan,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.