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 Iraq 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.