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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre 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?
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.