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 Botswana and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.