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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.