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 Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
JFA,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.