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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 U.S. Maple to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Organ,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.