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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Cymande to the rap 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.