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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.