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 Seychelles 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.