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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.