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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
MC5,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.