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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Tomorrow to the rock 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.