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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.