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 Ireland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.