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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.