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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.