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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Davy DMX to the rap 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.