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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.