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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.