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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.