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 Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Shoche,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.