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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Moss Icon to the grunge 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.