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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Whodini,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.