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 Comoros and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.