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 Kuwait 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.