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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Agent Orange to the funk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.