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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Max Romeo to the rock 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.