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 South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.