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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.