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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.