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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Jandek,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.