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 Liberia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.