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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Index,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
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.