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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.