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 Guyana and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Niagra to the punk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.