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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.