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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.