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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Monks,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Faust,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.