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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
cv313,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.