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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ice-T to the dance 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Television,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.