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 Suriname 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 United States of America to the techno 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Nas,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.