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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Shoche 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.