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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sparks to the techno 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.