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 Gambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.