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 Senegal 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lakeside to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.