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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
The Motions,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.