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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of 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.