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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
The Wake,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.