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 Monaco and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.