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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.