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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.