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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.