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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 the Sonics to the rock 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.