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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ponytail to the grunge 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.