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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.