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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.