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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 linndrum 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.