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 Georgia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.