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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Chrome,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.