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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.