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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the disco 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.