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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.