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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.