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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.