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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.