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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.