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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Soul II Soul to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Mars,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.