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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Scion,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.