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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Fear,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.