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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.