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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.