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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.