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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.