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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.