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 Moldova and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kinks to the disco 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.