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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.