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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Marine Girls 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.