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 Germany 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.