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 Libya and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.