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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.