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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Misunderstood to the rock 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.