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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.