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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.