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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Rod Modell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Ossler,
MDC,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Swans,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.