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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.