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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Searchers to the techno 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.