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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.