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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Qualms,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.