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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the disco 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.