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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.