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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Grass Roots to the grime 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
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.