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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the punk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
UT,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.