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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.