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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
cv313,
The Index,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Scion,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.