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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Zapp to the rap 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Ludus,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.