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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Gong,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.