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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.