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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
X-102,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.