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 Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.