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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Christie to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade 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?
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
The Move,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.