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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
X-101,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
UT,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.