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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.