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 Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 The American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.