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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.