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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.