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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.