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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Happenings to the disco 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Can,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.