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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Warsaw to the disco 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.