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 Morocco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.