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 Malaysia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Scan 7 to the grunge 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
PIL,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
MC5,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.