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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the disco 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.