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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
the Association,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.