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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.