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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.