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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.