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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Unwound to the jazz 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Brick,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.