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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.