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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.