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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 The Mummies to the techno 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Wings,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.