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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.