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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Duran Duran to the grunge 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.