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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.