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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.