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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.