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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.