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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blackbyrds 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.