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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.