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 Australia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Supertramp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Cluster,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.