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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 808 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 JFA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.