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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 clarinet 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.