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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Little Man,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.