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 Angola and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.