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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Skarface to the crunk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.