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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 mellotron 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 Moody Blues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.