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 Belgium and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 spring reverb 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 Motorama 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow 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?
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.