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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.