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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.