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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.