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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.