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 Togo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.