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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Model 500,
Magazine,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.