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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.