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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the punk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.