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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
MC5,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.