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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.