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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.