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 Congo 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Lou Christie to the grunge 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.