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 France and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brand Nubian to the rap 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.