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 Serbia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.