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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.