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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.