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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Suicide,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.