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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.