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 Denmark 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U 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?
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.