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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.