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 Andorra and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.