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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.