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 Philippines and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.