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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Can,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.