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 Iraq and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Nas,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.