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 Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.