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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Wings,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.