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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.