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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Lindisfarne to the punk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.