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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.