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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.