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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Names to the jazz 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
EPMD,
Brick,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.