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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 10cc to the rap 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.