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 Senegal and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.