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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Robert Hood to the grunge 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
New Order,
cv313,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.