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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.