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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Organ,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.