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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.