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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.