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 France and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.