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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.