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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.