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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
The Wake,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.