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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.