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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.