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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Lungfish to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
MDC,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.