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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 dance 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.