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 Laos and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
cv313,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Deakin,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.