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 Botswana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.