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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.