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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.