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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Moss Icon to the punk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.