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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.