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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.