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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
The Busters,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Visage,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.