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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.