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 Dominican Republic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.