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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.