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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fania All-Stars to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.