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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Monks,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.