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 Guinea 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.