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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.