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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.