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 Cambodia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the jazz 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.