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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Juan Atkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.