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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.