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 Kuwait 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Deakin,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.