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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.