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 Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Television,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.