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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Jacques Brel 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.