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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty 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?
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.