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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.