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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
The Move,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.