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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Rotary Connection to the jazz 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.