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 Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Ossler,
X-102,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.