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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Gong,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.