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 Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.