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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.