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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.