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 Singapore and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.