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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Scion,
Bill Near,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.