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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.