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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.