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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.