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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.