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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.