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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.