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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the funk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.