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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Rod Modell to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.