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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.