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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
The Evens,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.