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 Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the disco 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.