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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Josef K to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.