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 Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.