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 Jordan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.