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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.