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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.