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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 The Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.