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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flash Fearless to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.