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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Second Layer to the crunk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Can,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.