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 Grenada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.