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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lakeside to the grime 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.