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 Georgia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Searchers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.