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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 David McCallum to the techno 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
the Association,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Franke,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.