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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.