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 Costa Rica and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Make Up,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.