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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.