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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
The Move,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.