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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Sound 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
DNA,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.