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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.