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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
PIL,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.