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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.