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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.