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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
MC5,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.