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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Eddi Front to the jazz 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy 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?
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.