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 Brazil and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 MDC to the rap 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.