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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.