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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Sparks,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.