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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.