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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.