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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.