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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.