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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Franke,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.