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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator 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 Black Dice to the rock 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.