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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Roy Ayers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.