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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.