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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Metal Thangz to the grime 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.