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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 The Selecter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.