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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.