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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.