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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 the Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.