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 Nicaragua 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Roxette to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Liliput,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.