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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
CMW,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
Index,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.