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 Guyana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Cameo,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.