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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Magma,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.