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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Count Five to the electroclash 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.