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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Nils Olav to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Wings,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.