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 Andorra and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.