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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 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 Mr. Review to the rock 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.