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 Cuba and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.