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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 chamberlin 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 The Dead C to the jazz 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.