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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Livin' Joy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.