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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.