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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rekid to the grime 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.