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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rakim to the disco 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Wings,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.