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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.