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 Macedonia and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.