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 Sweden and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.