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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.