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 Barbados 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.