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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Guru Guru to the electroclash 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.