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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
The Residents,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.