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 Suriname 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Malaria! to the funk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Nas,
Unwound,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.