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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.