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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Fear,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Q65,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.