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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.