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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.