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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 The Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.