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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Warsaw to the jazz 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.