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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 The Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Index,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.