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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mandrill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Gong,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.