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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the rap 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.