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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.