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 Kazakhstan 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Porter Ricks to the dance 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now 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?
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.