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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.