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 Honduras 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 The Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.