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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.