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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.