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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Technova,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.