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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Supertramp to the grime 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Scion,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.