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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.