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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Excepter to the jazz 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Television,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.