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 Eritrea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.