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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.