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 Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 The Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.