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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.