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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.