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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Ten City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Q65,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.