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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the disco 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.