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 Nauru 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the grunge 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.