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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Harmonia 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.