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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the disco 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.