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 Antigua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.