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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 guitar 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 Organ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
UT,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.