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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.