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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Busters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Franke,
ABC,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.