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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.