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 Turkey and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 R.M.O. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.