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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.