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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.