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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Supertramp to the jazz 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.