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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.