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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
UT,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.