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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.