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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
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.