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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Malaria! 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.