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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Slave,
AZ,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Hoover,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.