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 Switzerland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Scion to the dance 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.