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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.