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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.