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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.