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 Bangladesh 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.