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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Moleskins 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.