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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.