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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.