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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.