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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
X-102,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.