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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the grunge 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Audionom,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.