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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 dance 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.