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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.