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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 The American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.