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 Dominica and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.