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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 rhodes 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 Dawn Penn to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.