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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Cameo,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.