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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.