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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.