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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.