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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the punk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.