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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.