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 Benin and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.