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 Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.