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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Harry Pussy to the grunge 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.