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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
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,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.