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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.