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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.