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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.