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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.