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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the punk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.