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 France and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music 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?
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.