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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 harpsichord 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 Moody Blues to the rap 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.