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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the rock 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.