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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Niagra to the crunk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Visage,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.