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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Organ,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.