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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Country Teasers to the rap 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.