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 Monaco and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the disco 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.