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 Moldova and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Leaves to the electroclash 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.