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 Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arab on Radar to the dance 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
John Holt,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.