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 Antigua 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the rock 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Technova,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.