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 Belarus 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.