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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.