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 United States and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.