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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Negative Approach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.