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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.