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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the punk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.