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 Mexico and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.