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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Rod Modell to the dance 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.