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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
UT,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.