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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Brick,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.