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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
X-102,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.