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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 The New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
UT,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Erasure,
CMW,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.