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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.