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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
ABC,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.