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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.