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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.