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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.