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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Pop Group to the grime 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.