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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Cal Tjader to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Radiohead,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.