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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Depeche Mode to the dance 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
AZ,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Index,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.