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 Belize and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.