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 Angola 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faraquet 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.