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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.