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 Ukraine 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Vogues,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.