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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eddi Front 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.