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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Thee Headcoats 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.