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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 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 Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.