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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 E-Dancer to the jazz 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.