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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 synthesizer 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 Neu! 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.