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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Bill Near 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
the Germs,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.