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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.