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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sam Rivers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.