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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.