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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Motions to the rap 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.