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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 808 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.