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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
MDC,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.