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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Scientists,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.