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 Monaco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Japan,
ABC,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.