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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.