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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.