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 Namibia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Can,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Brick,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.