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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Steve Hackett to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.