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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pussy Galore to the funk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.