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 Australia and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.