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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Masters at Work to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.