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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The New Christs to the dance 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.