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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 The Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Slave,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.