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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Steve Hackett to the rap 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.