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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dawn Penn to the punk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.