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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mummies to the techno 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.