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 France 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.