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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Moody Blues to the rock 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.