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 Papua New Guinea 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.