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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
The Standells,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.