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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the dance 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.