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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.