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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.