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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Television,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Pole,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.