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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.