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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Supertramp to the rock 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.