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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.