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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 marimba 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.