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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.