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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.