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 Malawi 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Tremeloes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Television,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.