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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Gong,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.