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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 a-ha 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.