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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.