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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
cv313,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.